The Puddle

The Puddle

The Struggle
for each
penny

You bank
it in
your locker

The toll,
day and
night

Not a
second for
a wink

You become
all bland

No blood
and no
juice

People look
at you
in disdain

A fairy
through
the window

Shines the
lamp on
you

You boost
into the
sky

Run as
fast as
you can

Grabbin all
that is
around

Only to
fall in
a puddle

You had
dug for
your dark
times

Caution: This might be all theory

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